I used to think happiness lived somewhere far away—
in a dream I hadn’t caught yet,
in a house not quite mine,
in a version of life that always felt one step ahead.
But then I looked around…
and realized it was here all along.
This space.
This life.
The sound of laughter down the hallway,
the little shoes by the door,
the way we gather without needing a reason.
Or maybe it’s just me—
breathing deeper,
feeling safer,
watching this home become a reflection
of every choice I made with love.
It’s not the size of the kitchen or the color of the walls.
It’s the memories in the mess,
the warmth in the silence,
the fact that even on the hard days—
this place holds me.
Whether it’s full of noise or peace,
of family or just your own rhythm,
this is yours.
Not just the space—
but the joy,
the grounding,
the life.
You built this.
And that’s something to be proud of.
Today, you don’t have to chase more.
Today, you get to look around and say—
this is mine.
And I’m so grateful to be here.
